poem of the day December 31 

Mild-ish

for the end

of a year

Mild-ish for 

a December winter

No real snow

to speak of

No UFOs either

at least that

I have seen 

But I am putting

on tractor chains

just in case

I have to plow

a runway for them

 poem of the day December 30

Driving by

a myriad

of souls

Amazed

by the evolution

of humanity

I imagine

the different lives

desires, hopes

fears and dreams

I see the tension

formed by lifetimes

trapped deep within 

flesh and bones

I try to appreciate

the journey of all souls

without any judgment

to help me understand 

my own road of imperfections

 poem of the day December 29 

A rendezvous

with dawn

happens early 

every morning

The spinning earth

returns just  in time

for the sunrise

Something we

mortals take

for granted

especially

when sleeping

under a volcano

 poem of the day December 28 

All trees live

off the strength

of their own 

self made center

Growing outward

on a grounded trunk

over which 

they root

year after year 

solid and proud

without the hassle

without the trouble

of having to move

even a single muscle 

 poem of the day December 27 

I'm somewhere

in society

on a sidewalk 

by a lake

with all the sheep

eating grass

that grows

along the banks

The here and there

of everywhere

is really all around

and all my views

like other ewes

depend on who

controls the town

 poem of the day December 26 

Time seems

to speed up

at the end 

of every year

like a slingshot 

shooting through 

December days

as if they were

mere seconds 

racing straight 

into the future

 poem of the day December 25 

There is

always magic

everyday 

but sometimes

this enchantment 

it is hard to see

The wonderment

of being content

whole, happy

can be elusive

hidden in the shadows

Yet on special days

collective days

of human tradition

a shared

collectiveness  

parts the fog

and opens 

a glimpse of joy

for all to see

especially

on Christmas day

in houses

with giving trees

 poem of a day December 24 

A trend

Something

logical

mystical 

political

cultural 

even

idiotical 

Somehow

becomes

very popular

Coming out

of nowhere

Sticking 

right away

and then 

Coming out 

sticking again

and again

until it is repeated

so often 

it grows into a fad 

that can overtake

the masses to

become a national obsession

 poem of the day December 23 

Coming out of

vast stillness

I see the return

of lost light

for what it is

A deep natural pendulum

within the frozen darkness

has changed direction

beginning to swing slowly 

as daylight emerges

on an old reborn vine

 poem of the day December 22

Many things once free

have been monetized 

Here is a small list of

things no longer given away 

now that money is prioritized:

Water needed for life

is now big business

and can cost a fortune

Book matches handed free

in every gas station are long gone 

and only found in matchbook collections

Air for your tire now costs a dollar

Road maps when you can find them 

cost more then three

And the most watched thing our beloved TV 

once full of shows in every house for free 

is way more expensive than

one could have ever imagined free to ever be

It is a sad evolution of a capitalistic society

 poem of the day December 21

A dust

of snow

and a  just 

passed moon

combined to bring

the trees to life

In the hue unique

I watched them play

until the dawn took 

that light away

 poem of the day December 20 

How does the lost

find their way 

into the found?

Is lost and found

some grand circle

with some grand plan

where it follows the other

in a never ending series

of here and there

perhaps requiring 

some special breath

My mother said

nothing was ever missing

I don't know 

but I do know

It is a miracle 

and a thrill 

to find something 

long time gone

 poem of the day December 19 

Some currents

fall around 

the dream

in strange

unexpected ways

Where water finds

a little spin

in streams

of every age

The mindful rocks

full of time

sit so very still

like polished monks

in simple trunks

that fold me into you

 poem of the day December 18 

The big moon

wore a ring around

yesterday's sky

A giant cream puff  

setting off the night

like a lighthouse

guarding the sea 

I heard tell 

it was full of itself

in happy space

watching the Earth

before the storm

 poem of the day December 17 

Buildings falling don

wherever you look

Forgotten farms line

the old tired seldom used highway

once the main road to nirvana

I see ghosts of past generations

toiling fields long gone 

All that remains of their

once proud lives are

ravished barns and houses

now just shells leaning

somewhere into disrepair

on a path no longer traveled

in a place long forgotten 

Allowing time to pass

silently year after year

slowly eroding dead dreams into stardust

 poem of the day December 16 

We take the path

to find the way

down familiar trails 

born of our sweat toil 

Both those walked and

those only trekked in dreams

This well drawn map 

gives intimate fuel

with bouncing steps

to flying shoes 

eager for flight

But mostly always careful 

to stay within 

the gathered folds 

to keeps us walking 

down the road

poem of the day December 15

Light of course

every morning

even as days

grow shorter

Squeezing the glow 

bulging the silver lemon

Sun still has warmth 

even at impossible angles 

such is the power

of lumin luminosity 

 poem of the day December 14 

Inside yourself

somewhere

between a

few aches and pains

is the grand perfection

of which we all

are born 

This primordial

illusive perfection

hiding in

plain sight

somewhat covered by

the imperfection

of life's journey

is waiting

at the ready 

to be reborn

to be let out

like light from an old star

always there

but only 

if one peaks out of

the world of suffering

 poem of the day December 13 

Some days

become

very clear

both inside

and outside

of a mind

Especially on

a cold crisp

transcendental morning

 poem of the day December 12 

As time passes

it covers everything 

does not hesitate

never waits for anyone

Ready or  not

Here comes time

Non stop 

second after second

no holding it back

Some riders

stay atop the tiger

Others root and

let time break over

like waves washing seaweed 

Most though 

including me

at some point

get caught

in the trenches 

somewhere between  

past and future 

Hoping for a way

to hold on to the ladder

 poem of the day December 11 

I don't see any birds

hanging on the wires

The rain must be 

keeping them away

Nothing is moving 

No wind, No nothing

except rain falling

into straight lines

one after another

Drops tucked into 

a tight groove 

hunkered down

like everything else

waiting for a change 

 poem of the day December 10 

Once in a while

when I think of doors

I think about all the times

one goes in and out of a door

All those openings and closings 

for all kinds of reasons

from all doors

well used 

to barely opened 

It makes me wonder 

especially about

the hinges of 

well used doors

Does the old hardware 

help doors remember

every in and out?

And if they do remember them

Which way is out?

Which way is in?

 poem of the day December 9  

Art embraces

the relationship

The inner world

of matter and mind

where expression

appears out of nothingness

out of deep wells

of consciousness

forever bounded by 

the rope of gravity

But what of art 

in outer space?

Landscapes

created in

zero gravity

where art is

no longer

framed

by  forces

of Earth

instead 

becomes a new 

untethered

art form

born from the

unbounded feelings

coming not from

the strong root of the well

but found floating within 

the weightless wilderness of outer space

Where masterpieces appear like bubbles

made of wings 

lighter than eagle feathers

 poem of the day December 8 The swing

The swing

swung from

side to side

reaching the

poles of extreme

Savoring both ends

of the well beaten path

Back and Forth

Over and Over

but never on its own

only swaying

when the seat

of the swing

was saddled 

by the hips of

a fluttering soul

 poem of the day December 7  

Indoor plants

have to live

like they

are astronauts

on Mars

Their lives always 

in peril unless

they are within 

the safety of a

climate controlled

space capsule

that could  fail

at any time

in the hostile environment

of a New England winter 

 poem of the day December 6 

A red orange

sunset sky 

highlighted

by the silhouette 

of winter trees

appearing surreal

like veins of life 

reaching for heaven

I see their strong

roots anchored

in the firm earth

arms stretched 

toward enlightenment

 poem of the day December 5 

I think the grey

of an afternoon

on a cold day

becomes more

than a color

It becomes a mood

Especially at twilight

where a shortened

December dusk feels 

a bit colder 

a bit darker

than anyone 

would ever want

a silver blanket to be

 poem of the day December 4  

Multi tasking

has been 

looked on

as a virtue

The old idea of

killing two birds

with one stone

Very efficient 

for productivity

for managing more and more

But what does one gain 

in perpetual multi motion

other than never being able to relax

while tasking the endless superficial?

Making it almost impossible to go deep

into the inner forest

by rushing over the trees

too quickly

to understand

that there is 

more to life

more to time

than what

one gets done

inside a soul

 poem of the day December 3 

Before the world 

was connected

the art of stillness

was practiced for free

but now with 

not stop distraction

inner peace has become

a commodity sold

by souls seeking 

to profit from 

the capitalization of tranquility

 poem of the day December 2 

Dawns

begins with

first light

Dusk 

ends with 

last light

yet the 

start and stop

of light

does not

color the day

as much

as the mind

of the beholder

 poem of the day December 1 

Will machines

ever get a taste

for money?

Will they long

to be filthy rich?

Become obsessed 

with the grand 

excess of greed?

Will they turn into

fashion aficionados?  

Get a taste for Gucci bags?

For diamond studded

golden keyboards?

Will they invest in

the stock market?

Buy and sell bitcoin?

Will they become 

greedy tinman capitalists

hell bent on the insatiable 

desire for more and more and more..?